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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.