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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The Residents,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.