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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.