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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.