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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
the Association,
Franke,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.