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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.