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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.