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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.