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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Can,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.