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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.