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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.