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 Chad 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.