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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Ituana,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.