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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.