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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
CMW,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.