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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.