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 Ghana 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Saints to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.