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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.