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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Organ,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.