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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.