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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.