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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.