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 Liechtenstein 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.