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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.