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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.