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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Busters,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.