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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Technova,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.