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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.