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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.