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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.