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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.