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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.