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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.