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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.