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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Can,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.