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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Association,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.