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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.