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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.