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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.