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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.