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 Austria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.