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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.