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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.