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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.