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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.