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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Can,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.