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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.