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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.