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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Names,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.