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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.