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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lyres 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.