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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.