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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.