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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.