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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
the Normal,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.