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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.