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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.