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 Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.