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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.