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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.