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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.