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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.