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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.