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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.