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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.