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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.