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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.