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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.