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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.