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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.