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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.