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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.