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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.