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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.