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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.