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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.