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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.