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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.