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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Human League to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.