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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.