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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.