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 Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.