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 New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.