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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Can,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.