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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Wings,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.