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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.