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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.