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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.