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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.