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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.