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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.