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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.