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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.