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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.