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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.