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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 X-101 to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.