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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.