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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Names,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.