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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.