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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.