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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.