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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.