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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Move,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.