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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.