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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.