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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Radiohead,
UT,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.