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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Technova,
PIL,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.