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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.