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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Visage,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.