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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.