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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.