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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.