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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.