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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.