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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Faust,
Gong,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.