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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.