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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.