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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.