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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.