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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
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.