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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Japan,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.