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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.