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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Searchers to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.