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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.