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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
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.