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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
UT,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.