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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.