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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.