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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.