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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.