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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Brick,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.