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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.