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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.