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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.