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 Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.