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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.