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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.