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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.