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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
John Cale,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.