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 Mongolia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.