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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.