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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Index,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Nas,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.