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 London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Remains,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.