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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.