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 Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.