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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Brick,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.