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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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?
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.