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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.