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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.