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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.