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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.