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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.