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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
10cc,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.