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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.