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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.