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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
UT,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.