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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.