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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.