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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.