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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.