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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.