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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.