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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.