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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.