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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.