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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.