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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.