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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Urselle,
ABC,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.