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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.