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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.