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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.