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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Mars,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Yaz,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.