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 Albania 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.