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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.