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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.