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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.