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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.