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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.