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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Television,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.