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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.