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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.