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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.