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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.