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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.