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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.