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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.