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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.