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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.