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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.