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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.