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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Faust,
the Association,
The Move,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.