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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.