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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.