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 Romania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.