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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.