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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Organ,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.