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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.