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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Ossler,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.