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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.