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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Can,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.