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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.