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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.