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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.