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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.