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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Liliput,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.