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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.