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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.