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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.