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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
a-ha,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.