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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.