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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.