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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.