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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Index,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.