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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.