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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.