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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
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.