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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.