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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.