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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.