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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.