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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.