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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Japan,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.