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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.