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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.