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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.