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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.