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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.