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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.