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 Belgium 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.