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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.