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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.