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 Australia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.