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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Faust,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.