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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.