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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Roxette,
June Days,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.