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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
AZ,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.