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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.