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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.