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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.