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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.