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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.