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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
CMW,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.