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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.