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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.