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 Angola 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.