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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Japan,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.