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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.