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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.