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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
UT,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.