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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.