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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.