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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Niagra,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.