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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.