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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.