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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.