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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.