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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pop Group 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.