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 Israel 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.