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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.