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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.