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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.