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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.