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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Brick,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.