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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.