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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.