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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.