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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.