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 Congo 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.