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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.