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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
UT,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.