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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.