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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.