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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.