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 Laos and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Leaves,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.