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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.