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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.