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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.