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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.