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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.