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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.