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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
New Order,
MC5,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.