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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.