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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
MC5,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.