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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.