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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
CMW,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.