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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.