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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
CMW,
Smog,
The Names,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Index,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.