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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.