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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
JFA,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.