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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.