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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.