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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.