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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.