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 Chad 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.