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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Visage,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.