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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.