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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.