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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.