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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.