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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.