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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.