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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.