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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.