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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.