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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
10cc,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.