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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.