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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.