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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.