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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.