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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.