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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.