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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.