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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.