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 Belize 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
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.