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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.