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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.