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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.