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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.