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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.