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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.