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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.