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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.