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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.