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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.