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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.