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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.