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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.