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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.