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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.