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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.