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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.