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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.