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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.