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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.