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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.