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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.