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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.