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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.