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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Main Source,
EPMD,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.