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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.