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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.