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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.