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 Malta 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Television Personalities 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.