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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.