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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.