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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.