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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.