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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.