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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Franke,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.