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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.