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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Move,
Brick,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.