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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.