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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.