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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
CMW,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.