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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.