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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.