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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.