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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.