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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.