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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Can,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Cymande,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.