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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Crime,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.