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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.