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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Deepchord,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.