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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.