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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.