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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.