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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.