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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.