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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.