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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.