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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.