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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.