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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.