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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
10cc,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.