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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Fall,
New Order,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.