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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.