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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Associates,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.