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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.