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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.