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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.