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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.