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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.