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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.