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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.