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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.