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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 New Christs,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.