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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
MDC,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.