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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Toasters,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Lyres,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.