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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Hashim to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.