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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.