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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.