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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.