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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.