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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.