Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Q65,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.