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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.