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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.