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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.