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 Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.