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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
MDC,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.