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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.