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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.