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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.