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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
X-101,
Moebius,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Move,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.