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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.