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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.