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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.