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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Franke,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.