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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.