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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.