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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.