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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.