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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.