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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.