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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.