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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
June Days,
Model 500,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.