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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.