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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.