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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.