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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.