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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Mars,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.