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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 a güiro and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.