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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.