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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.