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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.