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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.