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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.