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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.