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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.