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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.