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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.