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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.