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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.