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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.