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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.