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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.