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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.