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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.