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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Excepter to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.