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 Italy and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.