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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.