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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.