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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.