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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.