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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
a-ha,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.