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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.