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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.