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 Poland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.