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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.