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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
X-101,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.