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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.