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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.