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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.