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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.