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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.