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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.