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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Make Up,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.