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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.