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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.