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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.