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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.