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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.