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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Josef K,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.