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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.