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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.