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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.