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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.