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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.