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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.