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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.