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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.