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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.