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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.