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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.