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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.