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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.