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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.