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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.