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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Index,
cv313,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.