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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.