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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.