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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
UT,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.