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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.