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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.