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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.