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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.