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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.