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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Brick,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.