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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.