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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.