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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Index,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.