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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.