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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.