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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.