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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.