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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.