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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
JFA,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.