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 Peru and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.