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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
DNA,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.