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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.