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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.