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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Visage,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.