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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Cameo to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.