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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Swans,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.