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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.