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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.