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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Can,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.