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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.