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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Organ,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.