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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.