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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Visage,
John Cale,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.