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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.